Thursday, December 17, 2015

Ascalon

Ascalon
11-25-15

Through Memphis
Back into Egypt
Ambiguous
Ahasureas subsides
And I dream of going on all the kiddie rides
Before he speaks the world around us quiets
I did it again in hopes for support
O, what might this parable be
As something wonderful and terrible to see
knowing the mystery of hidden truths
Given the history of elders and youths
Back in coffee heaven at last
Setting sail with fore and aft mast
Feeling the four winds and eight more rising suns
I stick to my guns
O, Ascalon
Who really can you be to me...



Antonio
11-25-15

Another orifice to kiss
Another theatre play that I won't miss
Shadows of the sailor forming
Our blank space between a margin and a new beginning
Another one for Saint Veronica
I took the chance last night
Giving it at least a try
Another one for Antonio
Going Spanish for the sailor coming out again
Come join us
We need you with us
For generosity our half on the seventh day
The king is merry with wine serving drink in golden vessels
The animal within
Another addict wrestles
But cannot speak in that I do the same
We are restless for spiritual ascariasis
Collage level infirmity for indention....





Yafo
11-25-15

Another map of the Persian empire
A little bit of geography to get enthusiasm
Soon I set out my bags packed in the hallway
Another one for my rapscallion
And chicken scratch that would take a miracle to interpret
My interval of eight diatonic degrees for openwork
Of ornamental ordinary octaves
Doing according to the word of Memucan
The obvious is hidden
My swamp sets up camp and the smoking bench is damp
For good or ill again
God bless this weekend my pen
At the Jaffa gate much more to create
Falling to the Arabs
Ambiguous....





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